Play With Fire, You End Up Burned

p. Evelyn

POSTED: Tue Jan 08, 2019 4:25 pm

Laurentius Astora
______________________________________________________

Spending his nights near a warm fire left him smelling heavily of wood and ash. It had become the Astora male's natural scent long before his arrival here, everything on in his possession cloaked by the smell of smoke. The earth-toned mutt was laid upon western ground the night before now, having started off early and travelling all day to get where he was now. Laurentius hadn't made it far, stopping at any curious sight and alluring scent he came across along the way. After all, the adventurer decided there was no definite destination; south was a suggestion, and he would at least follow the path down eventually. But he was going to enjoy the journey until something more specific came up.

During one of his frequent enough stops, the Englander had managed to hunt down a rabbit, strapping it to his belt until he found the perfect spot to set up camp and cook up a decent meal. It wasn't too dark yet, but his stomach was screaming in frustration, eager to be filled with something more than stale bread and tasteless crackers.

He gathered up some small stones for a quick pit and broke off a few low hanging branches from a nearby tree. He only needed a small fire, something to warm up the meat and provide some smoke for flavour. When the flames were but a flicker, but powerful enough to put off some warmth, the male set off in the immediate area in search for anything to go along with his meal. Preferably, Laurentius would love to come across some rosemary or fennel, anything to add a little more taste to his rabbit roast. He kept an eye on the fire, but wasn't too obviously concerned about leaving the pit unattended for a short time.

OOC | [wc — +300]

template by hilli - photo by Scott Webb

Signature Image by Pabs
Loners
Hybrid
User avatar
Pabs
Luperci

POSTED: Fri Jan 11, 2019 7:30 pm

Sometimes she wandered, but never without Blackjack and never without leaving word with her companions back at Searsport. It was wiser, she knew, to bring The Reverend or Santiago with her – even one of those Cartel coyotes, with whom her small band had fallen in with, would have been better than nobody – but Evelyn, small and damaged as she was, refused to underestimate those strengths and capabilities she possessed. She had her father's charisma, after all, and that could get someone places brute strength and vitality of body alone could not.

But neither did the fire-kissed coyote overestimate herself, for what good would did that ever do someone? None, so far as Evelyn was concerned. Fooling some poor schmuck was one thing, but trying to fool yourself? Without thinking, Evelyn blew a sharp, short scoff between her lips. The cloud of breath blown from her mouth fizzed into the atmosphere and then fizzled out just as quick. Only idiots tried to fool themselves and it never panned out. She had learned that hard and early and it had been one of the best lessons she had ever endured.

And so it was that, rather than be a reckless fool who overestimated herself, Evelyn did not venture terribly far from Searsport. She encouraged Blackjack around Penobscot Bay until the mishmash of various Luperci scents began to wane and other, wilder smells took hold. Sucking in the frosty air, Evelyn took stock of the world around her. The air smelled of salt, from the sea that licked the edge of the earth, and of snow, from the multitude of white that spanned forever. But there were other scents mixed within these two overarching aromas: birds and deer and rabbits and smoke.

Instinctively, Evelyn scanned the surrounding wood with every sense on alert. Because where there was smoke, there was...

The coyote eased Blackjack to a stop with a click of her tongue and a gentle tug of his reins. She slid off of his back with ease and secured him to a nearby tree before she inched, with agonizing care, toward the wink of orange and yellow and gold that flickered between the thin brush separating her from the camp. The smell of a canine mixed pleasantly with the aroma of woodsmoke, and Evelyn felt herself relax. Just one. There was only one.

At least, there was only one she could smell.

Evelyn eased herself slowly forward, her body crouched like the thief she knew herself to be, until she was near enough to the flames to feel a suggestion of its warmth. She looked around but saw nobody. With a thrill of worry, she wondered if she had fallen for some terrible trap and, with a violent twist of her head, looked around her quickly. But there was nobody and there was nothing. Slowly, she returned her sights to the fire and glared into its cheerful dance.

Slinking with great care, Evelyn slipped into the camp and glanced about, searching for anything useful or valuable she could pilfer from whoever was stupid enough to leave their belongings behind.

[WC — 519]

Loners
Coyote
User avatar
Mandi

POSTED: Fri Jan 18, 2019 6:33 pm

Laurentius Astora
______________________________________________________

His search was cut short when the scent of another grew stronger. At first, it was faint enough to consider another in passing, as it was neutral territory.
After a moment, however, the stranger seemed to remain, and curiosity got the better of the mongrel.

Almost always, everything he owned was in some way attached to his person. It wasn't much, so it was relatively easy to simply keep his belongings on hand. For the short time, he had set aside his ratty cloak, warming next to the fire as the falling snow before has soaked into the material and soaked it through. He'd also left the rabbit, foolishly.

Returning promptly, not eager to find his dinner stolen, Laurentius caught sight of the new arrival and cleared his throat. He hoped not to frighten the stranger, but to simply make his company known. "Uhm, yes... 'Ello there." The pyro greeted, smile friendly, but with a hint of discomfort.
"Or, welcome." He retorted, offering a smart remark to her stumbling across his camp. She was not unwelcome, but Laurentius was not so naive to just assume any other he came across had good intentions.

OOC | [wc — +200]

template by hilli - photo by Scott Webb

Signature Image by Pabs
Loners
Hybrid
User avatar
Pabs
Luperci

POSTED: Fri Jan 18, 2019 8:13 pm

There were a great many things that Evelyn Escuella disliked, and a great many more that she vehemently despised, and among those things was being caught while in the midst of an act of larceny, deception, or subterfuge. This, perhaps more than most other things, was in the forefront of her mind with every day that passed. She dealt in the subtle art of dishonesty and trickery on a near-daily basis, after all; it was her expertise. Trapping and hunting she left to her boys, but this? Well, this was The Vicar's bread and butter.

Thieving, on the other hand, took a bit more concentration and a great deal more poise. But she had her father's speechcraft, should something to awry, and those horrible scars she wore with permanence sometimes went a long way to making fools believe she was someone to pity.

Stepping with care, Evelyn considered the cloak that warmed next to the golden flames. It had seen better days, but then so had she and, as far as she was concerned, any extra layer of warmth was worth the risk. Inching nearer, her muscles taut and tense, she wrinkled her nose at the flames as they encouraged an ache to the burn scars that ravaged her face but would not be deterred.

At least, not by the flames.

The sound of a grunt tumbling within a throat made her freeze, her tattered ears swiveling. Evelyn turned her head, flaming eye focusing on the figure that had caught her. His smile was kind, if strained, and The Vicar felt herself relax marginally. Slowly, the cloaked coyote forced her body to straighten and encouraged her long, scarred nose to dip in acknowledgement of the man's presence.

"This your fire?" she asked, frowning with feigned disappointment. Against the flickering of the fire, the burn scars on her face – and the ruined sight of her right eye – were licked with a light that Evelyn hoped was revealing to her sudden new acquaintance. "Lucky you got back when ya did," she continued, tugging her shawl tightly around her narrow shoulders. "Just about snuffed th' thing out. Unattended fires are dangerous things." She held her mismatched gaze steadily on the stranger's face, emotionless but for the disappointment they still held.

[WC — 382]

Loners
Coyote
User avatar
Mandi

Northern Tides